My Little Gluttonous Cat! Little Vajra

At the same time, Qin Yan slipped into Jiang Cheng's room like a thief.

She lifted the covers and crawled in, resting her head on his solid, powerful arm.

"Jiang Cheng, today you..."

Before Qin Yan could finish, Jiang Cheng gave her a firm pinch and growled, "Don't ask anything, and don't say a word about it."

"Fine, fine, I won't."

Qin Yan let out a soft whimper, snuggling into Jiang Cheng's arms in surrender.

"But I'll need a hush fee, you know~"

"Hush fee? Fine."

Jiang Cheng sighed in resignation, then lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Qin Yan's red lips.

Qin Yan shot him a seductive glare and gave a sly smile.

"That's not enough—it's just the interest. As for the principal, how about treating me to a lollipop?"

Before Jiang Cheng could react, Qin Yan wriggled her lithe body and burrowed under the covers.

Rip~

What a little greedy cat!

The next day, Jiang Cheng got up refreshed and went to wash up.

When he came downstairs, breakfast was already laid out.

"You child, go call Ruoxue and the others down to eat."

Mother Jiang said irritably, "You're already digging in yourself."

"Aunt, we're coming down."

Jiang Ruoxue's voice drifted from upstairs, tinged with a hint of laziness.

Jiang Cheng helplessly spread his hands, as if to say, It's not that I didn't call them—they're already up.

Mother Jiang shot him a disdainful glare, then turned warmly to Jiang Ruoxue and the other two.

"Ruoxue, come eat breakfast quickly—it won't taste good cold."

After that, she glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was wolfing down food like a starving ghost.

"Eat less—leave some for Ruoxue and the others."

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So, love really does fade.

Jiang Cheng silently poured himself a glass of hot milk to soothe his wounded feelings.

At the table, Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao sat on either side of Jiang Cheng, while Qin Yan sat across from him.

"Yan'er, not to your taste?"

Mother Jiang noticed Qin Yan only taking tiny bites each time and asked with concern, "Should I have them make something else?"

"No, Aunt, my throat's just a bit off."

Qin Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and she quickly waved her hand.

Cough~

Jiang Cheng couldn't help choking, a smile tugging at his lips.

It's not just her throat that's off—her mouth can't be much better, right?

Of course, he didn't dare say that out loud.

The next second, Jiang Cheng shot up from his seat with a yelp, wincing in pain.

"Xiao Cheng, what's wrong?"

"Haha—nothing, my butt... cramped up."

Jiang Cheng tried to mask his misery with a laugh, his gaze landing on Qin Yan, who looked completely innocent, even wearing an expression of concern.

Murdering your own husband!

Sure enough, women are all drama queens.

With that little look, if he hadn't known she did it, he'd almost be moved to tears.

Because the tablecloth blocked the view, Mother Jiang and the others didn't notice anything unusual.

Only Jiang Cheng knew that Qin Yan's kick had really hurt.

Qin Yan's eyes flickered with three parts smugness and seven parts resentment, as if to say, "That's what you get for gloating—a little punishment."

Jiang Cheng quickly poured a glass of milk and handed it to Qin Yan, bearing a rod for flogging in apology. "Uh... soothe your throat."

Qin Yan's lips curled as she took the glass and sipped. Little man, you do have a conscience.

Jiang Cheng let out a breath and was about to sit down when two pairs of eyes suddenly fixed on him with blazing heat.

"You two... throats sore too?"

"Mhm~" Jiang Ruoxue and Li Shiyao nodded expectantly. "Can we?"

Jiang Cheng discreetly watched Qin Yan's expression for any change. Seeing no reaction, he poured two more glasses of milk. Don't get the wrong idea—he only did this to avoid exposing his relationship with Qin Yan.

Mother Jiang watched the scene with delight from the side. Good, my little Cheng has finally wised up.

The two women took the milk and drank contentedly, Li Shiyao's eyes even curving into crescents.

"Jiang Cheng, next time I'll treat you to a drink." Jiang Ruoxue, with a trace of milk still at the corner of her mouth, propped her chin on her hand, her smile radiant.

Cough, cough... Treat me to milk? Jiang Cheng's gaze instinctively flicked to Jiang Ruoxue's full, prominent chest, then quickly darted away. This... doesn't seem right, does it?

Though it was only a split second, such a small move naturally didn't escape Jiang Ruoxue's notice. Whatever came to mind, that bright, striking, and spirited face flushed with a rosy hue.

After breakfast, Jiang Cheng set off for Jiangcheng Second Hospital.

At Brother Kun's Bun Shop, A Long had found a spot with a wide view, keeping an eye on the hospital entrance at all times. In his hand, he held a steaming meat bun, taking a bite—the savory aroma burst forth.

"Eating well." Jiang Cheng sat down across from A Long with a smile.

"Young Master." Seeing Jiang Cheng arrive, A Long quickly called out, "Boss, another basket of buns."

"No need, I've already eaten." "Huh? Young Master, you want some?" Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched—so he'd been flattering himself; the guy had ordered for himself. He scowled. "No!"

A moment later, a middle-aged man in suspenders brought up a basket of buns.

"Young Master, you sure you don't want any? His buns are really good—chicken filling." A Long pulled the buns closer to himself while looking earnestly at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Just eat yours. By the way, how's the search for the people I asked you to find?"

A Long swallowed the bun in one gulp, sucked his fingers, and patted his chest in assurance. "Rest easy, Young Master. They're all hot-blooded youths—loyal, value bonds, and most importantly, in great shape. They can really take a beating!"

"They're here." Jiang Cheng turned to look back and saw eight figures walking over with hands in their pockets. Good grief, seven Calabash Brothers plus a Little Calabash Vajra?

"These are them?" Jiang Cheng stared at these "hot-blooded youths" with hair of various colors and scrawny builds, lost in thought. Are they sure they can take a beating? I'm afraid Ye Bufan could take them out one punch at a time.

Just then, the eight also spotted Jiang Cheng and A Long and jogged over.

"Brother Long."

The eight men bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle and shouted loudly.

"Mhm."

A Long nodded lightly. "This is my young master, Jiang Cheng. Do your best, and there'll be plenty of rewards."

Not bad, A Long.

You're even better at dangling carrots than I am now!

Jiang Cheng smiled in satisfaction. This was exactly the kind of spirit he wanted.

The eight men's faces lit up at A Long's words.

In Jiang City, the Jiang Family was an absolute titan.

They hadn't expected to be working for Young Master Jiang himself. The group was suddenly pumped, buzzing with energy.

"Young Master Jiang."

The eight men were so excited their voices came out louder than before.

Since it was breakfast time, quite a few passersby on the street were curiously watching the scene.

Ahem—

Jiang Cheng waved a hand, signaling them to tone it down.

Did Young Master Jiang think we weren't enthusiastic enough?

In that case...

"Young Master Ji—"

"Shut up. Young Master Jiang is telling us to be modest and keep a low profile, got it?"

The white-haired young man quickly clamped a hand over the mouth of the guy next to him and snapped.

"What's your name?"

Jiang Cheng pointed at the white-haired young man, looking quite pleased.

"Heh-heh—Young Master Jiang, I'm Bai Mao."

The white-haired young man was flattered and spoke excitedly.

"Bai Mao, you're pretty good."

Jiang Cheng patted Bai Mao on the shoulder, then furrowed his brow.

"But that name doesn't have enough punch. Starting today, you'll be called Little Vajra. You answer to A Long."